#gladersimagines

*Requested by Anonymous* Request/Description: Can you please make an imagine where it's the readers first day as a runner and she gets lost in the maze? She still makes it out in time but her hair gets stuck in the doors and she has to stay there for the night. You can decide how to take it from there. *There wasn't a real pairing so I just put Minho since that's who she spends most of the time with* Warnings: None Word count: 1359 *** "You sure you're ready for this, Y/N?" Mjnho quirks an eyebrow at you with his hands on his hips as you stretch your legs. "I guess we'll see, won't we?" To be honest, you weren't sure at all, no matter how much confidence you fiend. Your first time out as a Runner, in the maze, no less, was a little nerve wracking to say the least. What if, for the first time ever, a Griever was out during the day and you became Griever stew? It was almost too much to think about. As you and Minho made pointless, silly jabs at each other, the Maze doors creaked open painfully slow; the concrete grinding sound was as familiar as your own voice. But this time, you got to enter the Maze itself. Into the heart of the beast itself. The Maze was exactly how you expected it. Confusing, twisting, and utterly, terrifyingly, beautiful. Vines twisted their way up the walls like hands reaching for the sky. The cracks in the wall pulled against themselves, only ripping a bigger gap in the walls thick concrete. "Okay Y/N, this is where we part," Minho says over his shoulder to you, stopping at the end of a wide two way split. Your hearts rhythm picks up; whether out of excitement or fear you didn't know, though you were leaning more towards fear. Minho continues. "Be back here at least five minutes before the doors close. They won't wait for you." You nod, your throat tight. You could do this, you could. Or at least that's what you were telling yourself. Minho notices your discomfort and steps up to you, relaxing his arms. "Hey if you're not ready we can wait another week," he says surprisingly gently. "No!" you blurt. You had to do this for yourself, and you were ready. You hadn't prepared for months just to chicken out. "I'll be okay." Minho nods and backs up a little, giving you a small wave before he turned to run down his side of the Maze. You watched until his figure retreated and then you were on your own. Great. You start running down the confusing Maze corridors. While you were running, it seemed more about not getting lost than it did about finding a way out of the Glade. How did Minho do both so easily? Your half of the Maze was one that you'd studied over and over on the maps. This would've been a good thing if you had realized to pay more attention to the paths that wandered into Minhos side. One wrong turn and you were lost. "Okay I know this," you whispered to yourself. "Right, left. Straight, um...Right." The image in your mind of the map became a little more fuzzy as the seconds went by and as you ran on. Soon enough, it was gone completely. You let out a heavy sigh and slowed to a walk. Resting your hands on your knees, you tried not to think about the consequences of not getting back on track. Grievers. Ultimate death. Hooray. So you kept running. And running. And running. Soon enough you were sure you were more lost than you were before. Great. A creeping panic started to inch its way up to your throat, ready to strangle you with its greedy hands. "Breathe, Y/N," you told yourself in a gasp. You sucked in an unsteady breath and let out a short exhale. Apparently your breathing wasn't working very well either. After hours of screaming for Minho, knowing it was beyond useless because of the sheer size of the Maze, you gave up and slid your back down the wall. This was it. Stuck in the middle of the Maze and the sun was going to set soon. Meaning the doors were going to close. And that the Grievers would come out to play. Some annoying voice in the back of your head kept pushing at you, telling you to get back up and keep going. But you were tired. "Y/N!" It was faint, but you were sure you'd heard it. Your name being called, and not by just one person. "Y/N!" It seemed the whole Glade was calling your name. You were close. Really close. The small amount of energy left in your muscles pushed you forward, towards the sound of their voices. Some pathways looked familiar now, and you raced ahead, new hope flooding your heart. Then they were there. Just in front of you. The boys cupped their hands around their mouths and screamed for you to run. Their only limit the line between the Glade and the Maze. It was up to you now. The ever familiar whoosh of wind and grinding of stone filled your ears and you ran faster. You were going to make it. And you did. You pushed your body between the two stone slabs just as they slammed shut. You would've fallen to the ground out of exhaustion...if the doors hadn't shut your hair in between them. The Gladers surrounded you in a big hug and asked you what went wrong. You were too focused on your hair to reply though. Soon the Gladers caught on and some started laughing. "Guess we'll just have to cut it off!" Alby laughed loudly. Some cheered at that but you shot them a glare. "Touch my hair and it'll be the last thing you shanks do," you growl, tugging at the caught strands. "Guess she's sleeping out here then," Chuck laughed. You sighed. He was right. "But I can't even lay down," you groaned. "And I can't sleep upright." Everyone was quiet for a moment before Minho smirked a little. "You know the scissors really aren't that far away..." "Yeah, bring them here, actually. I think you could use a haircut." You narrowed your eyes playfully at your friend. Minho gasped and took a step back from you. "I can't believe you said that. The Maze changed you, Y/N." He wiped a fake tear away and walked off chuckling. Soon all the Gladers departed, having nothing they could do for you. Newt and Thomas hauled out a tall chair from Frypans kitchen for you. You thanked them and sat in it gratefully. The sun had already gone down and your only source of light was the bright moon. Thomas crossed his arms and a small smile tugged at his lips. "Want us to stay with you?" You rolled your eyes and tried to shake your head. "No. But some water would be great." Newt left and came back quickly with a water bottle. You downed it thirstily and handed it back to him. "Thanks." Then they went to bed and you were alone for the entire night. It was warm enough and the only sounds were the Grievers far off in the Maze somewhere. When the sun finally poked back up over the Maze walls, you breathed a sigh of relief. The doors would open soon and you could have your hair back. A few of he boys had already woken up and we're getting to work, including Alby. He stalked over to you with a smile that said he was trying not to laugh. Minho and Thomas joined him a couple of minutes later, Chuck in tow. Finally, the groan of the stone on stone walls moving made you smile. You hopped off the chair you were on and Chuck put it to the side. When the doors had opened completely, you gripped your hair possessively, brushing through it with your fingers. "Hey Chuck? Would you mind getting me those scissors Minho mentioned?" You shot a glare at Minho through the corner of your eye. "I want to see how good I am at cutting someone's hair." Chucks eyes went wide with excitement and he raced off to grab the scissors. Minho just laughed and shook his head. "I can already tell by the state of your hair that you're not very good at it." He smirked and you shook your head with a slow smile. "Then you'd better start running."